In the eyes of the Broken hearted & My heart in your Fingertips || ziam mpreg✔️

six || Getting ready

5 days later
19th of March, 2022
Saturday evening
6.32pm
Malik-Jones Penthouse

"Evan!" Zayn whined frustratingly as he desperately tried to close his trousers, his four month bump being in the way of his success. A visible frown formed his lips and he could feel his eyes water. Here we go again.

"What is it, my queen?" Evan asked as he rushed into their bedroom, spotting his boyfriend standing in front of the body length mirror with a pout and tears in his eyes. The man cooed softly at the adorable sight and he walked up to him. "What's wrong baby?" He hummed questionably and kissed his cheek whilst cupping Zayn's bump through the loose dress shirt.

"I'm too fat." The twenty-one year old sounded as if he was ready to cry, soft sniffling following after. "I'm not going." He shook his head vigorously and gave up, pushing the taller man away. "This is your fault!" He sent his boyfriend daggers before he walked away from him, heading towards their bed and falling onto it. Angel was laying beside him and just watched the couple with her head tilted to the side curiously.

Tonight was Evan's celebratory dinner party. It was a fancy event which celebrated the sealed deal he made with the company days ago, all the staff and their families being invited. Zayn wasn't really in the mood with going, but he didn't want to disappoint his boyfriend since he wanted to support him on this important night. Yet due to their baby making it hard for him to squeeze into his last tux, he didn't want to go anymore.

"Zayn," he heard Evan chuckle before the bed dipped beside him. The latter didn't lift his head up from the pillows, trying his best not to cry. Of course his hormones had to pop up now. "We can figure something out." The twenty-two year old rubbed at his lover's back soothingly and smiled fondly at the moody lad.

"You just had to knock me up and ruin my perfect body." Zayn mumbled bitterly from the pillows, sniffing.

Evan rolled his eyes. "Your body is still perfect to me. Stop being so dramatic over nothing." He turned his small frame around so that they were face to face, the shorter lad glaring at his partner.

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

"I don't." Zayn pouted and sat himself up, cupping Evan's chubby cheeks. "I love you too much to hate you. And we made something special." He pecked his partner's lips multiple times. "But that special something is in the way of me looking super sexy tonight."

"Baby, even with that bump, you look fucking sexy." Evan hummed lowly and captured Zayn's lips in a seething kiss, one that the latter couldn't resist. A soft moan escaped him as soon as his boyfriend pinned him down and got between his legs, things somehow escalating. The older lad kept whispering sweet nothings into his ear as they laid on their bed and made out, the pregnant boy getting hornier by the minute due to Evan grinding his hips down on him.

His boyfriend knew how to talk him over anything because he had a weak spot for him, whimpering coming from his lips. His hips bucked and his back arched off the bed.

"We can't afford this." Zayn mumbled. "Not now at least." He said as he continued kissing his boyfriend, the two not being able to part from each other. Angel knew that things between them were about to go down no matter what so she was quick to bolt out of the bedroom, not wanting to witness any of that.

"I know." Evan groaned, having a tight grip on one of Zayn's thighs. "But I really want you princess."

A moan slipped from the twenty-one year old's mouth, the pet name his boyfriend just called him having an affect on him. Since two years now, Evan enjoyed calling Zayn his princess. He didn't know why it was such a turn on since he actually just did it after calling him a spoilt princess during a shopping tour in Rom, but he got used to it soon and somehow it just started turning him on. The way it would roll from his tongue made it sound sexy. And Zayn loved it.